Yami no Matsuei Fanfic

I don't own the YnM characters but I do own this story and the angels =)

I hope you enjoy this and write me some reviews because this is my first fan-fiction ever...

It takes place after the 11 book of the manga and is an continuation solely written to satisfy my(and maybe yours) fangirl-heart =)

"..." : someone talking

-: scene-change

kursiv: thought of someone

„Futsu, I know you can hear me. Bring the human boy to me. Alive! I have some questions for him" Kurikara send out his thoughts to his broken, but not dead sword.

„Yes my King" came the almost inaudible voice of Futsu back.

„Damn why do I have to drag this bloody brat back? I bet he's dead! I really hope so!" The sword was angry. It was always him who had to do the dirty jobs and it was the fault of those damn Shikigami who banned his master and him into that bloody desert. Futsu had very little power left, just enough to transport the boy and himself back. That was if he could find the boy. So he began searching.

Suddenly a bright shimmer lit up the sky. Confused Kurikara saw wormholes open up over the whole sky. But unlike the holes before, these ones shimmered in an dazzling white.

Meanwhile Futsu had found Hisoka, whom the crow had left on a clearing while it flew back to the temple to get some help.

„Oh, good thing that he's still alive, I guess. Maybe not so good for him though" smirked the sword as it found the boy still unconscious and burned by his masters flames.

The burnes seemed to hurt quite a lot and they were still growing, but at a very slow pace. "Hmm, I guess only my master can stop these burnes. I better hurry up back before he dies and master blames me for this." He gathered his last strength and flew back to his master while holding the boy through a hole in his clothes.

Just as he arrived, the dragon-king told him to hide somewhere, something bad was coming their way. Confused, Futsu did as he was told.

At the same time Tsuzuki had decided to go back and ask Kurikara where Hisoka was, since it would take them a lot of time to find him themselves. And Kurikara even said that some sword of his was following the kid, so he had to know where the boy was.

Souryuu had called him a baka and returned to his castle alone. For that -he was sure- Suzaku would kill him.

Tsuzuki peeked inside the castle and saw a sword -yes, a moving sword- he wondered, which carried some bloody unmoving bundle into a room further into the castle.

He decided to follow it. He guessed that it would lead him directly to Kurikara. He didn't expect what was going to happen next.

-Tsuzikis POV-

Why can the sword move on it's own? That's so strange... And even carrying something? How is a sword able to carry something?

But I have to concentrate on finding Kurikura and Hisoka.

...Hisoka... Why did he leave on his own? Weren't they partners? After Kyoto he had thought that they had gotten closer. But now...

Tsuzuki remembered all the things he loved about his partner, his grumpy face which would occasionally show a slight smile, when he thought that nobody was watching, how he reacted when Tsuzuki slacked off again or was begging to eat something sweet. All those moments were dear to Tsuzuki.

I can't lose him. I need him, for what other reason can I live on? He saved me, gave me a reason to live, and what did I give him? Took him to this world, and now I'm about to lose him. It's all my fault. I need to find him!

Suddenly he saw that bloody bundle move and running in his direction.

But, isn't that Hisoka? Running to me? I have found him, not recognized him and the boy still wants to come near me?

He opened his arms to embrace the boy, but Hisoka shoved him hard away.

What? Why? Is he really angry at me?

Just then he saw the ceiling collapse and burying his partner at the same spot, where he stood before.

Wait What happened? Did he save me? Impossible, after all I have done to him? Hisoka!

"Hisoka!" he screamed an began to dig the pieces of ceiling away.

"Hisoka! Please answer me! You can't die here! Not for someone like me..." Tsuzuki sobbed uncontrollably.

Suddenly he felt something like skin and began to dig harder. Yes it was Hisoka. But he wasn't conscious.

„Hisoka! Are you alright? Can you hear me! Hisoka, wake up please" he whined, the fragile boy in his arms. „I'm alright, baka. Don't worry about me." came an answer, almost inaudible. „Oh 'Soka, don't die on me alright?..."

-Hisokas POV-

He dreamed a strange dream. That damn sword was following him an one of the crows, jumped with them through dimensions and was now carrying him back to that dirty castle in the middle of the desert.

Where was the crow? He didn't notice that it was gone... Hmm, a strange dream this was, that's for sure.

Wait! Who said this was a dream? But if it wasn't a dream why was he being carried by a sword and still not dead? And why did his whole body hurt as if he was burned frome the inside?

He looked around an saw Tsuzuki following them but it seemed like he didn't recognize Hisoka. His gaze was secured on the sword which was carrying him.

It hurts. Why did it hurt? Why did his heart hurt just at the thought that his angel might not recognize him anymore? His angel? Had he really just thought this? But it felt so right, he was his angel and his alone admitted Hisoka finally with a slight smile on his lips.

From the corner of his eye he saw the ceiling crumbling, just over his angels head.

Even if this was a dream, I won't let my angle be hurt! Not anymore!

He removed himself from that damn sword and started running. He saw those amethyst colored eyes grow big as Tsuzuki recognized him.

Those eyes saw him running like he wanted to throw himself into his arms. A slight smile played around Tsuzuki's mouth. Hisoka didn't waste a thought, just pushed a now slightly shocked Tsuzuki away, only to earn a hurt look from those deep purple eyes.

He made it just in time. He felt the ceiling crumbling even more and finally falling down.

He avoided a critical hit, but several other pieces of stone hit him and made it hard for him to hold on to consciousness.

He needed to see if Tsuzuki was alright. But, why did it even hurt? This was supposed to be a dream, right?

„Hisoka! Are you alright? Can you hear me! Hisoka, wake up please" A sobbing Tsuzuki cried. Hisoka gave him a soft „I'm alright, baka. Don't worry about me."

„Oh 'Soka, don't die on me alright?..." After that he could only hear his angel mumble his name and that everything was going to be alright and finally he felt safe enough to drift into unconsciousness.

I hope you liked this and encourage me to write more by giving me some reviews^^

Maybe I will tell you in the next chapter what is coming to the shikigami-realm through the wormholes and what Hisoka's family has to do with all this =)